Sébastien

The party we’ll throw
When Sébastien comes around
With his big hat on
And his fancy car
Under his sunroof
Like a real president
With his big cigar
And all his cash
The great party he’ll have
When he gets back from Venezuela
They say he made his fortune there
In the tobacco trade
After running
Three or four nightclubs
The great party we’ll set up
When he returns from Venezuela
For Sébastien, for Sébastien
For Sébastien, for Sébastien
At home, he was only good
For herding sheep
In his big coat
With his old pipe
In short, it’s thanks to me
That he went over there
With his big clogs
And his backpack
Sébastien wanted to marry me
And I laughed in his face
If it were the same today
I think I’d say yes
As long as of course he’s not:
Too fat or too old
But let’s hope
That with all his money
He hasn’t gotten too smart
Dear Sébastien
Old Sébastien
Big Sébastien
Handsome Sébastien